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Tricia the Trashcan, by Raphael Rake
Ch 3: The Muddy Bath (Fg, F solo, ped, gross, fart, no sex, mast, voy)
It had been a week since Tricia had been over to Lisa's house, but she was still thinking about it constantly. Memories of the visit kept presenting themselves in her mind: the slimy, rubbery texture of the raw squid in her mouth; Lisa's shocked face as she watched Tricia eating it; Lisa's open mouth, full of her half-chewed squid; that final burp, Lisa's face right up against hers. The only thought that could compete was the memory of the spanking her mother had given her that day, which had somehow acquired a connotation of excitement rather than pain in her mind. It was lucky that it was the summer holidays, since she wouldn't have been able to concentrate on anything at school, and even the delights of the season couldn't tear her attention away for too long.
She'd bugged her mother constantly to let her go back over, but Suzy had warned her that if she went back too soon she might wear out her welcome. In fact, Suzy suspected that Lisa wouldn't mind another visit, but she was getting a perverse thrill out of teaching her daughter the joys of anticipation and denial. Even she had her limits though, and she walked into her daughter's room a glad bearer of good news.
"I just got off the phone with Lisa, and she's agreed to look after you while I run some errands this afternoon." she announced.
"Really? YES! Thank you Mom! Thank you so much!" squealed Tricia, springing off her bed and grabbing her mother in the tightest hug she could.
"Alright Tricia, calm down," said her mother with a smile, "we're going over in an hour, so make sure you're ready by then."
After her mother left Tricia set about making herself as pretty as possible. She wanted so badly for Lisa to like her, so she put on her prettiest blue sun dress and neatly braided her hair. She thought about trying to steal some of her mother's makeup, since she didn't have any, but then remembered that her mother would be taking her over to Lisa's so the theft would be obvious. She was ready long before the hour was up, and spent a good while pacing around the living room by the door, seething with impatience.
Finally Suzy appeared, and together she and Tricia walked over to Lisa's house and rang the doorbell. Lisa answered the door almost instantly, and gave them both a big smile. Tricia, unable to restrain herself, dashed forward and hugged Lisa, and Lisa hugged her back laughing.
"Well, it looks like you two are going to get along just fine." said Suzy, in an amused voice, "I'll be back in a while. Have fun..."
Her tone concerned Lisa, and after Suzy left she turned to Tricia and asked: "Did you tell your Mom what happened last week?"
"Yeah!" replied Tricia enthusiastically, "I told her about the squid, and the bet, and about you burping in my face, and then when I got home I burped in her face and she spanked me..." Tricia trailed off, embarrassed and rueful. After a moment she recovered her composure, and continued:
"But she said I could keep coming over here as long as I tell her everything that happens and don't tell anyone else."
"Well, those sound like good rules." said Lisa, unsure how to take this new information, "She was really ok with you eating the squid? And with me eating one too?"
"Yeah!" said Tricia again, "And she told me that Jensen girls never welch on a bet. I lost fair and square, so whatever you want me to do I'm gonna do!"
Her proud defiance and determined tone were so incongruous in such a small girl that it took all of Lisa's willpower not to giggle. But ridiculous or not, the words had struck home. Lisa did, in fact, have an idea for the punishment she was going to give Tricia, but had been worried about what Suzy would do if she found out. In fact, she'd been worried about what Suzy would say when she found out about the squid. But, incredible as it seemed, it looked like Suzy had given her the green light, and she was going to run with it.
"Alright then!" said Lisa, grinning, "I've got something special lined up for you. Are you ready?"
"You bet I am!" said Tricia, still full of bravado, but she spoiled it by then nervously asking: "Is this gonna hurt?"
"No," chuckled Lisa, "but it will be gross."
"Oh, ok then." sighed Tricia, with relief.
Lisa took Tricia's small hand in hers, and led her through the house and out onto the back patio. Her back yard was fenced off, and thanks to the woods behind it and the shape of the lot the only house that could see into it was the Jensen's next door. Since Suzy was off running errands Lisa wasn't worried about being seen, so the yard was the perfect place for what she had in mind.
"Alright!", said Lisa, "Step 1: Clothes off!"
Tricia, nervous but determined, kicked off her sandals and then, hesitantly, pulled her dress up over her head. She stood there in just a pair of flower print panties, and Lisa got her first good look at Tricia's body. It was right on the cusp of puberty, smooth baby fat about to give way to coltish awkwardness. Her hips had a slight flare to them, but she had no breasts at all, just a pair of nipples with small areola around them.
"You haven't started wearing a bra yet?" asked Lisa.
"No, Mom says I don't need it yet so there's no point." said Tricia, "But sometimes I wish I did because my nipples get pointy and the kids at school see them through my shirt and make fun of me."
Lisa looked at Tricia's nipples, delightful pink morsels the size of a pencil eraser, which seemed to be perking up before her eyes at the attention they were getting. Tricia blushed, the redness spreading from her face to her chest, and she instinctively brought her hands up to cover her nipples, before realising how pointless it was and lowering them again.
"All your clothes, Tricia." commanded Lisa, "And undo those braids while you're at it."
Tricia pushed down her panties and stepped out of them, letting Lisa see her bare smooth crotch and almost imperceptible slit. She reached up and started undoing her braids, giving Lisa plenty of time to admire her body. She felt Lisa's gaze on her, embarrassing her but also spurring on her exhibitionistic streak. She hadn't been naked in front of anyone in a while, and while she couldn't meet Lisa's eye she didn't shy away either. The soft warm breeze wafting across her exposed body gave her goosebumps, though she wasn't cold at all, and she felt a tingling at the junction of her legs that made her long to touch it.
But it wasn't just Lisa who was getting a good view. Suzy had just gotten into her car after leaving Tricia before she realised that she'd forgotten her phone. Annoyed, she walked upstairs to her bedroom and grabbed the phone off her nightstand, glancing out the window into Lisa's backyard. She saw Lisa and Tricia walking out of Lisa's house, and she stayed to watch them, curious to see what kind of punishment Lisa had in mind for Tricia.
Her curiosity was joined by excitement and anxiety when she saw Tricia pull off her dress and panties. She'd told her daughter to go along with whatever Lisa proposed mainly out of a gut feeling that Lisa wouldn't do anything too rash, but Suzy had to admit to herself that she didn't know Lisa that well. She was reassured by the fact that Lisa didn't seem to be taking off her own clothes, though judging from her body language she was enjoying her view of Tricia's.
"And no wonder." chuckled Suzy softly to herself. She hadn't seen her daughter fully naked in some time, and seeing its tender softness entirely exposed was having an effect on her too. She moved closer to the window, confident that even if Lisa and Tricia looked up at the house they wouldn't see her, since the room was dim and the sun outside so bright. Her conscience tried to chide her for being such a voyeur, and for creeping on her own daughter on top of that, but she reasoned that keeping an eye on her daughter was the responsible thing to do.
It was also the more exciting thing to do, and one of her hands subconsciously moved up and began fondling her breasts, while the other was halfway into her pants before her conscious mind caught up with what she was doing. Her mind roiled in a battle of arousal and guilt, before the sight of her daughter's body tipped the scale, and she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants to give her hand free access.
"Fuck it, it's not like shame's ever stopped me before." she thought, as her finger slid between her labia and began teasing her clit. "And it's not like I'm doing anything to her, just watching." she rationalized.
Back down on the patio, Tricia had finished undoing her braids, her hair now a mess of wavy strands. She was disappointed that she'd had to undo all the work she did to make herself pretty for Lisa, but decided to make the best of it. She turned to Lisa and asked:
"My hair's all messy now, can I have a hairbrush?"
"It's going to be worse than messy soon, so don't worry about it." replied Lisa with a grin that made Tricia nervous. Lisa grabbed the garden hose, took Tricia's hand, and walked down the slightly sloping lawn to one of the back corners, where draining water had killed most of the grass and left a patch of damp dirt. Lisa sprayed it with the hose until it was a real mud puddle, then turned to Tricia.
"Step 2: You jump in there and cover yourself with that mud. And I mean cover, I'm not letting you get out until I can't see anymore of your pretty skin."
Tricia actually felt relieved. She'd spent plenty of time in mud puddles when she was younger, to her mother's exasperation. But it had been a while, she'd always been wearing clothes, and she'd never deliberately covered herself entirely. She'd never had someone watching her with the intensity that Lisa was showing either.
She didn't know that her mother was watching with much the same intensity. When Lisa began making the mud puddle Suzy felt a great sense of relief, and one of grudging respect for Lisa's creativity. Lisa would get to see Tricia naked and debasing herself, Tricia wouldn't be hurt or even particularly embarrassed, and it could all be excused as a childish game.
Feeling much more comfortable now, she let her pants and panties fall to the floor, then unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra, freeing her breasts for the proper mauling she wanted to give them. She slid a finger down to her pussy and coated it in the juice that was soaking her labia, before moving it back up to her clit and rubbing it in earnest. Standing naked in front of the window gave her a thrill that made her nipples stiff, and she tweaked them roughly as she masturbated.
Tricia stepped gingerly into the puddle, and the feeling of the cool, slimy mud between her toes made her giggle. She sunk to her knees, and reached down for a handful of mud that she started to slowly rub on her legs. As she bent over her cheeks parted, and Lisa was rewarded with a perfect view of Tricia's tiny pink asshole.
Lisa was desperately horny, her panties were soaked, and her nipples were so sensitive that the soft interior of the sports bra she was wearing felt like sandpaper against them. She knew she had to restrain herself, as she didn't want things to become overtly sexual, but it was taking every ounce of willpower she had not to just grab Tricia and begin rolling around in the mud with her. She resolved to make the best of the fun that she could have, and commanded Tricia in a husky, slightly trembling voice:
"I said I wanted everything covered, that means you have to get in there and roll around."
Tricia looked up at Lisa, seeing her fixed gaze and dilated pupils, and knew that she had an appreciative audience. She turned back to the mud, held her breath, closed her eyes, and slid forward into it. The cool slimy mud hitting her whole body at once was a shock, and she instinctively rolled over to get her face clear, coating her back in the process. She lay there with her eyes still closed, spitting out the mud that made it into her mouth and getting used to the feeling of being engulfed in the viscous, slightly smelly ooze. After a few moments she found she liked the feeling, and began to slowly writhe her body, luxuriating in her muddy bath.
Lisa watched in rapt silence, completely entranced by Tricia's sensuous display. Tricia's hands slid smoothly along her body, occasionally picking up more mud and dropping it on herself to feel it slide off. After watching this for a few minutes Lisa began to feel almost light-headed, and decided she had to cut things short.
"Stand up now Tricia," she commanded, "I want to see if you really covered everything."
Tricia rose to her feet, stretched her arms out to the side, and turned in a circle, her feet squelching in the mud. She was completely covered, from her hair to her toes, and her shining blue eyes and the white teeth in her grinning mouth were the only parts that weren't glistening with greenish brown muck.
"So, did I do what you wanted?" asked Tricia impishly.
"I need to make sure that you've really covered everything," replied Lisa, "so turn around and pull open those cute little buns of yours."
"My what?"
"Your butt cheeks, Tricia." said Lisa, amused at her innocence.
Tricia turned her back on Lisa, then reached behind and pulled her cheeks apart, bending over slightly as she did so. Lisa, who'd given the order simply because she'd wanted to see Tricia spread her ass, saw a small area of unsullied pale skin right around Tricia's asshole.
"Looks like you've still got come clean bits near your butt hole." said Lisa, "You'd better do something about that."
"Okay." said Tricia, giggling at hearing the word "butt hole". She grabbed a handful of mud, then reached back and began smearing it in her crack. She was hesitant at first, because she'd rarely touched her hole apart from wiping it after shitting, but she found the mud pleasantly wet on her sensitive sphincter, and enjoyed the feeling of her hand sliding across it. Though she'd fulfilled Lisa's order she continued to rub it slowly, the sensation making her shiver slightly, and returning that tingle to her crotch.
Suzy noticed it too, and it was enough to kick her over the edge. Watching Tricia coat herself in filth had been a tremendous turn on, but watching her completely soiled and blatantly pleasuring her own asshole was irresistible. She stopped the hand squeezing her breasts and dug her nails into the soft flesh, the little sparks of pain adding spice to her pleasure, while her other hand frantically ground onto her clit. She was hit by a tremendous orgasm, and her vision went blank as her body shuddered. She didn't trust the soundproofing on the window, so with a tremendous effort she kept her mouth shut, emitting strangled, moaning grunts as the ecstasy washed through her. After a final shiver she leaned forward against the frame and sighed, watching to see what would happen next.
"Alright Tricia, that'll do." said Lisa, interrupting Tricia's exploration of her rear end. Every new step in their game seemed perfectly designed to drive Lisa even more wild, each one a perfect showcase for Tricia's innocent sexiness, and Lisa wanted to stop things before she did something rash. Tricia turned around and smiled at her, and Lisa, smiling back, suddenly began blasting her with the hose.
Tricia jumped and shrieked, trying to block the spray with her arms. After a few seconds she calmed down, using the spraying water to clean her body, her hands brushing off the mud and revealing her perfect skin piece by piece. Lisa's hope that the shower would calm things down was completely dashed, as Tricia performed what was in essence a striptease, though an unconscious one, as she rubbed the filth from her body. Getting the mud out of her hair took an especially long time, and her body wriggled as she scrubbed her golden locks clean, Lisa watching every move. Once she was completely clean she turned to Lisa and said:
"I'm clean now, can I get out of the mud?"
"Not so fast," replied Lisa, "let's see that butt crack again."
Tricia once again turned around and bent over, pulling apart her now pristine cheeks to reveal some traces of mud around her hole. Lisa aimed the hose right at Tricia's crack, making her squeal as the cool water hit her sphincter. She washed it clean, but kept playing the water up and down Tricia's crotch for some time, delighted by Tricia's keening.
Lisa finally stopped the spray, but was surprised to still hear the sound of water hitting the mud. She looked back at Tricia and saw that she was peeing, a delicate yellow stream flowing from between her slightly puffy lips. Tricia was still bent over with her cheeks pulled apart; something about the sensation of the water right on her most sensitive area had triggered the urge to piss. She let out a faint, trembling sigh as she felt the relief of emptying her bladder, which combined with the tingling that was already tormenting her untouched young vulva. When the piss stopped, she straightened up, turning around to give Lisa an embarrassed look.
"Sorry, I couldn't stop it." said Tricia, her hands clasped in front of her and twisting nervously.
"That's fine," laughed Lisa, "it's not like you're making it any dirtier. Besides, pee makes good fertilizer."
Lisa's mind was made up, she had to have some relief or she was going to explode. She and Tricia walked back to the patio together, and she handed Tricia a towel.
"You dry yourself off and put your clothes back on, ok? I've got to go inside and use the bathroom."
"Why don't you just pee out here like I did?" asked Tricia
"Next time maybe." replied Lisa with a strained smile.
Lisa's composure lasted right up until she walked into the house. She then rushed into her bedroom, frantically throwing off her clothes. A light sheen of sweat covered her perfectly bronzed body after standing outside in the summer sun, but she flung herself onto her clean bed and assumed her favorite position: on her knees, with her ass high in the air and her face pushed into the bed. She knew she couldn't take too long, but she was so ferociously horny that not much time would be needed.
One hand snaked underneath her body and began sliding over her clit, while her other she stretched over her back into the valley between her firm ass cheeks. She hadn't grabbed any lube, or even put any spit on her finger, but she was beyond caring and stuck the dry tip into her sphincter, the roughness against the sensitive ring of muscle giving her the extra stimulation she was craving. She slowly drove it deeper, each of her finger joints stretching her hole a little bit more, until it was buried completely, while her other hand was a blur on her pussy. She felt her climax approaching, so she bit down on the blanket and yanked the dry finger out of her ass in one swift motion, making her anus sear with a pleasureable burning. She screamed her orgasm into the muffling blanket in her mouth, letting her body fall sideways as she spasmed.
She allowed herself a couple of heavy breaths, then reluctantly pushed herself off the bed and started hastily pulling her clothes back on. They were sweaty, and felt damp and sticky against her skin, but she didn't want to surprise Tricia with a change of wardrobe. She didn't put her thong back on, since was a flimsy garment to begin with and completely useless now that it was soaked in a mix of her pussy juice and sweat. She wiped it across her pussy a few times, hoping to mop up her fluids so they wouldn't leak through her yoga pants, but it didn't seem to relieve the wetness at all. Exasperated, she began shoving the thong up into her pussy, reasoning that if it didn't work as a wipe it might at least work as a sponge. Once she'd stuffed the whole thing inside, she pulled on her pants and went back to the kitchen, her pussy pleasantly full.
Suzy had stayed at the window as Tricia finished towelling off, got her clothes back on and went inside. She'd already cum once when Tricia was rubbing her asshole, but watching her get sprayed down, holding her cheeks open and peeing, had revved her excitement back up. She lay back on her bed and spread her legs, beginning to slap her pussy as she tugged and twisted her nipples. All shame and introspection had left her, and the vision of Tricia's adventures with Lisa that day was all that was in her mind as she pleasured herself. Her second orgasm was longer in coming, and she relished the time she spent abusing her body and revelling in her disgusting fantasies about her own daughter. She gave her pussy one final, resounding smack, then began grinding the heel of her palm into her clit, setting off the bomb of pleasure that had been building within her and pulling an uninhibited scream from her throat.
Lisa entered her kitchen to find Tricia back inside, fully dressed and sitting on one of the stools, swinging her legs idly. Lisa was still recovering from her brief bout of masturbation, and didn't really feel like talking, but felt she had to say something to entertain her guest.
"So Tricia, how did you figure out you liked to do gross things?"
"Well, I used to like playing in the dirt when I was little." said Tricia, genuinely considering the question, "And one time I was at the playground and some other kids found a live worm and dared me to eat it, so I did."
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah!" replied Tricia enthusiastically, growing excited that she finally had someone she could share the story with, "But the other kids made fun of me. They called me `Tricia the Trash Can', so I pretended like I didn't like it." she finished soberly.
"I'm sorry that happened to you." commiserated Lisa, "I know what it's like to have people make fun of you. But you're much cooler than they are. You can do something that they never could."
"Yeah, they're all wimps who could never do gross things like I can! I bet even you aren't gross enough to eat a live worm!" declared Tricia.
"Oh, we're making bets again are we?" smirked Lisa, "Even after you lost the last one?"
"Yeah!" squeaked Tricia defiantly, "I bet you can't eat a live worm! And that means no puking after!"
"Alright, the bet's on. What's the punishment for losing?"
"Oh yeah." said Tricia, remembering her Mom's advice on bets. She tried to think of something appropriately gross, something that would embarrass Lisa the same way the mudbath had embarrassed her, and finally an idea came to her.
"The winner gets to fart in the loser's face!" said Tricia gleefully, "And the loser has to smell it!"
"Well, that does sound pretty gross. You sure you can handle smelling my farts?" asked Lisa, amused and excited by the way the bet was going.
"You're going to be smelling MY farts!" countered Tricia, "So you better be sure that YOU can handle it!"
"We'll see about that. Let's go find some worms."
They walked back out to the garden, and Lisa headed down to the mud puddle at the back. She knew that soaking the ground with water would have driven any worms near it up to the surface, and when she got there she found several crawling in the grass. She picked up a long skinny one, while Tricia grabbed a shorter but fatter one. Once back in the kitchen they laid their worms on the counter and watched them wriggle for a minute, before Lisa broke the silence.
"You made the bet Tricia, so you should go first."
Tricia didn't hesitate, grabbing the worm and stuffing it into her mouth. As with the squid, she chewed it noisily with her mouth open, making sure Lisa could see every chomp as she reduced it to mush. The worm had an earthy, slightly sour flavor, but she found it more bearable than the squid, and certainly easy to chew. When she was left with a wad of worm paste she gulped it down, opening her mouth again to show Lisa that it was completely empty.
Even though she'd orgasmed just minutes earlier, Lisa was just as turned on by Tricia's display today as she had been with the squid. This time, however, there was no uncertainty or hesitation in her, and she resolved to give Tricia a show of her own. She could feel bulk of the wadded up thong in her pussy, pleasantly stretching her walls and providing a welcome resistance as her excited muscles bore down on it.
Lisa picked up one end of her worm and let it dangle, before gently taking the other end between her lips and slowly sucking it into her mouth, her eyes locked on Tricia's. She opened her mouth wide, showing the still intact worm wriggling around, and began moving it around with her tongue. Tricia was mesmerised by the strange dance of Lisa's tongue and the worm as it rolled around inside her mouth, its ends sometimes dangling from Lisa's mouth and causing her to close her mouth and suck it back in through her full lips.
Tricia's hands unconsciously moved down and started pressing on her crotch, trying to suppress the tingling that had once again appeared in her loins. Lisa, seeing that she was having the desired effect, decided to bring her show to an end. She bit down on the worm, opening her mouth again to let Tricia see how her tongue was playing with the pieces, and how the juice from the worm was filling her mouth. She repeated this several times, her teeth cutting the worm into smaller and smaller pieces, tossing them around her mouth each time. When the bits were small, but still clearly pieces of worm, Lisa closed her mouth and downed them all in a single swallow, displaying her empty mouth to Tricia with a final, mocking wiggle of her tongue.
"Looks like you've lost again," said Lisa with a wide grin, "ready to smell my farts? I think I've got a good one for you."
Tricia scowled at her, outwardly disappointed at losing another bet. She didn't say anything, because she was afraid that her voice would betray the emotion that was really dominating her: excitement. When she'd proposed the punishment she'd simply thought of it as something gross and humiliating, but now that it was about to happen to her she was suddenly intrigued by the idea. Farts were definitely gross, but wasn't she always boasting about how gross she was? And as for humiliation, that wasn't something she'd shied away from either. When the kids at the playground years ago had made fun of her for eating worms she'd been upset, but the defiant part of her had already been rearing its head, revelling in the reaction she was causing. She was starting to care less and less about being embarrassed in front of people, especially when it meant some kind of exciting new experience was about to happen, like when her mom had spanked her last week, or when Lisa had made her take that mud bath earlier...
"Lie down on the floor Tricia."
Lisa's voice cut in on Tricia's musings, jolting her back into the present. Tricia realized that her hands, which hadn't left her crotch since Lisa started her show, were now rubbing furiously, soothing the tingling but somehow making it stronger at the same time, like scratching an itch. Lisa could clearly see it, but didn't seem to mind, so Tricia stopped only long enough to lie flat on her back on the floor, then she started again. The feeling of the cool tiled floor against her back didn't stop the warmth from growing, and she squirmed slightly as she tried in vain to quench it.
"That'll feel better if you pull your dress up and take your panties off." said Lisa, who was delighted to see Tricia discovering the joys of pleasuring herself. Tricia pulled up her dress, then bucked her hips up so she could slide her panties down her legs, revealing her hairless slit to Lisa once again. She started rubbing at her small mound again, gasping at the greater pleasure of her hand on her uncovered pussy. Her eyes closed and her breathing quickened as she was swept up in the new sensations.
Lisa watched for a couple of minutes, savoring Tricia's innocent pleasure, before she moved to stand above Tricia's head. Tricia opened her eyes and slowed her rubbing, staring excitedly up at the crotch of Lisa's yoga pants. Lisa slowly squatted down, and as her ass descended the sheer fabric stretched and Tricia saw a large wet spot in the crotch. When Lisa's ass was hovering just above Tricia's face she slowly pulled the back of the pants down, gradually revealing the luscious tan orbs of her ass and the slightly wrinkled brown hole between them. Tricia was entranced. She'd never seen anyone's asshole before, and now she was getting a closeup view of a particularly pretty one.
"Are you ready Tricia?" asked Lisa.
Tricia was so excited she couldn't speak, but let out a small gasp, and that was enough for Lisa. She bore down on her asshole, grunting as she did so, and it flexed a few times, letting out small sputtering farts. But she was in the ideal position to release her bowels, and after a few seconds her sphincter gave a soft pop and opened up as a steady stream of noxious gas flowed out almost silently. Tricia was so close to Lisa's open ring that she could feel the warm gust on her face, and her breath caught in her throat as she rubbed her tiny mound furiously.
"I don't hear any sniffing." said Lisa, in a tone of mock sternness.
Tricia gave a tentative sniff, then her body gave a small jerk as the overwhelming aroma of fresh fart hit her. It was foul, and for a moment she felt an urge to turn away in disgust, but the perverse parts of her adolescent mind quickly reasserted themselves, and she took a slow deep breath through her nose. The smell was so intensely ripe that she felt like gasping, but it was that very intensity, combined with her perfect view of the source, which tapped into some primal desires, and she began to enjoy herself.
Lisa grunted again, releasing another gust of rancid air onto Tricia's face that sputtered off at the end. Tricia continued sniffing deeply, gazing up at Lisa's twitching hole and feeling a strong desire to kiss it, but some residual shyness stopped her. Lisa stood up and looked down at Tricia.
"Well, how do you like the smell, fart sniffer?" she said mockingly.
Tricia didn't answer, she still had the scent of Lisa's ass her in nose and she was grinding away at her exposed pussy frantically, her eyes unfocused. Lisa watched her, growing hornier by the second despite her recent bout of self-pleasure. She decided she had to get Tricia to leave before she lost control and did something she would really regret. She cleared her throat softly, getting Tricia's attention.
"Ok Tricia, I think you've smelled enough of my farts. Maybe you should grab your stuff and head home soon." she said. Tricia looked disappointed, but she stopped rubbing herself and got to her feet. Then she looked over at Lisa and pointed at her crotch.
"What's that hanging out of your vulva?" she asked. Lisa looked down and realised that her pants were still pulled down around her thighs and a loop of her thong was dangling from her pussy. She blushed but tried to play it cool.
"Oh I just put my underwear inside there before, since I was getting a bit wet."
"Why were you wet down there?" asked Tricia. "Did you pee your pants?"
"What? No, Tricia... when you get older you'll find that, when you're with someone you like a lot, you'll get a bit wet down there." Lisa spoke hesitantly, trying to figure out how best to explain such an intimate issue to a young girl.
"You mean you like me a lot?" said Tricia shyly, blushing and twisting nervously.
"I like you very much," said Lisa, smiling, "and even though we haven't known each other very long, I think you might be one of my favorite people ever."
Tricia blushed even harder, then suddenly rushed in and grabbed Lisa in a big hug, her face pressing into Lisa's breasts. Lisa hugged her back, and they stood and savored the moment for a while before finally letting go. As Lisa stepped back she was reminded that her pants were still down and her pussy on display, but she didn't mind it anymore. Tricia seemed fascinated by that stray bit of panty that was hanging out, and she reached out and touched it, finding that it was indeed soaked with Lisa's juices.
"Do you want to pull it out?" asked Lisa.
Tricia nodded excitedly, then began to gently pull on the thong. Lisa felt the soaked fabric slide against the inside of her pussy, and let out a satisfied sigh. The tiny g-string emerged slowly, as the delightful sensations were making Lisa's walls squeeze together, but it finally fell out, and Tricia was left holding the drenched underwear. She stared at it, fascinated by the slightly slimy feel of Lisa's lube. Lisa noticed Tricia's interest, and decided to encourage it.
"You can have those if you want, as a present from me." she said, smiling kindly.
"You mean it? Wow, thanks Lisa!" said Tricia, hugging Lisa again. As she stepped back, she noticed her own discarded panties lying on the floor, and impulsively she picked them up and offered them to Lisa.
"Since I took yours you should take mine!" she said, "You can put them inside you if you want."
"That's a good idea, thank you, but I might do that a bit later." Lisa took the panties, relishing the soft cotton, still slightly warm from Tricia's body. She pulled up her pants, to Tricia's disappointment, and they started walking towards the front door together. Suddenly, Lisa gave a small snort of laughter.
"What's so funny?" asked Tricia.
"Tricia the Trash Can," giggled Lisa, "It sounds like the name of a superhero or something. Maybe you should make a costume."
"Yeah! That would be super cool! I'll totally do that for next time." cried Tricia excitedly "Are you going to make one too?"
Lisa hadn't been serious about the costume, but she could see how taken Tricia was with the idea and didn't have the heart to turn her down.
"Sure, I'll make one too, then we can both be superheros."
They hugged again by the door, each holding the other's panties, and Lisa gave Tricia a kiss on the forehead, though she would have preferred kissing her delicate pink lips instead. Tricia ran giddily out the door and back to her own house, the thong in her hand waving behind her like a streamer.